The next morning, the rising sun woke Piper as it peaked through the sheer flowing curtains that led out onto the balcony. It was early and she could hear rustling coming from the kitchen.
“Why is he up at this hour? Geez. Doesn’t this man ever sleep?” she grumbled, throwing a pillow over her head.
Unable to get back to sleep, she pulled herself from bed and grabbed her robe to head to the main living area, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. A kitchen wrapped around one corner of the open common area. Modern furnishings and white clean lines were accented by the beautiful ocean view.
Ford was arched over the stove fixing breakfast. Not turning to her, he could tell she was in the room just by her sweet-smelling rose perfume.
“Morning, beautiful. Are you hungry? Coffee?”
She walked over
